(Ok just to get things strait this is my version of Alice Cullen’s human life all the way to when she meets the Cullen’s and I wrote this just to make sure no one thought I was copying them because I am not.)
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I was in my room sitting on my bed. I looked out my window to see a building, my only connection to the outside world. I was nineteen and I had been stuck in an asylum for the crazy feelings I got. The feeling of knowing what would happen before it happened. I thought I could trust my parents, but, no. They stuck me here. I couldn’t wait until I was twenty. I had a choice. I could finally leave this hell hole.
There was only one person I could trust and he worked here. His name is Peter. He is tall and has dark brown hair with gold eyes and pale white skin. He would sit and talk to me like I was normal. He didn’t ask me what my “visions” were of he asked me how I was and normal questions.
“Put down that journal. It’s time for lunch,” the nurse in the white uniform told me when she walked into my room with a tray of food. I set down my journal.
“Thank you. What do you write in that thing anyway? May I see it?”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” I said knowing that what was in here I would never see again if I did. I ate lunch hurriedly. I knew that it was time to see Peter. It was the only time I was aloud out of my room.
“Hello, Mary Alice,” Peter said to me with his soft flowing voice.
“Hello.” Suddenly I heard a knock on the window in the white room we were in. I knew that Peter heard it to. He had his head turned toward the window within a second of hearing the noise. I acted as if I had not noticed how fast he moved. I went on with my daily schedule: back to my room, daily talks with the employees/ psychiatrist, then getting into a strait jacket, I didn’t blother to struggle it would just get me more shock treatments. I didn’t even see the point. I wasn’t going to hurt anyone.
I heard another knocking at my window. I called for someone to check since I was tied down to my bed and was in a strait jacket. Nobody came, I called again and nobody came. I closed my eyes and when I opened them there was a man with long, blonde hair in a ponytail and wild clothes staring down at me. He had his hand over my mouth. I tried to scream but nobody came. He leaned down and suddenly was across the room. Once I had grasped what just happened I had been picked up I was in Peter’s arms. We were flying out the window at high speeds. Then he stopped set me down and did what the blonde tried to do. He bit me.
The fired burned I wanted to die. I lay there screaming and he never left me. The burning finally started to retreat but when I thought it was over every bit of heat in my body rushed to my heart. It stayed there for what felt like forever then it was over. Everything, all the burning was gone. I sat up and realized a faint burning in my throat. Suddenly Peter was by my side in an instant I was on my feet and running toward the sweetest scent I had ever smelled. I suddenly realized what I was.
The first few weeks I tried to deny it. I knew I was a vampire. I stayed with Peter until when he went out to hunt and never came back. I thought that killing people for food was cruel so I started dieting on animal blood. The smell was dull compared to humans. I survived. Recently my visions were more certain. More like a movie in my head instead of a feeling but the visions were clouded when I was watching humans and a little more clear when it was vampires. It was strange to see it that way. Later I saw a vision of me at a diner. I could barely make out the rain outside. I saw a large man with black eyes walk through the door. He was dressed in ragged clothes. And he struck me with a sense of fear when he walked in.
Snap! The vision ended and I knew I had to get to the diner as fast as I possibly could. I knew where the diner was I had been there before with my mom and sister one year when I was about ten. When I got to the diner I waited for about five hours until he showed up. “You’ve kept me waiting a long time.”
“My apologies ma’am.” He said it with some sort of southern accent.
I knew he trusted me. We left when I got a strange vision of us with some other golden eyed vampires later to be know as the Cullens. There were two of them, one big strong looking one with really short brown hair and, one that was less muscular and had reddish brown hair. I learned that his name is Edward.
We were out hunting when we ran into them. I decided to be the one to talk since Jasper wasn’t as controlled. I explained that we meant no harm and I think I scared Edward a little because I greeted them by name. He introduced Jasper and me to his father Carlisle, his mother Esme and, his sister Rosalie.
I took Edwards room and he moved to a room with a glass door outside. I enjoyed my new family. Jasper and I were helpful to them. He calmed the animals when we hunted and I knew when we would happen to come across a big pack of animals.
